Phone Sex Escape -31-

A hot shower is long overdue. After the crap that Haven pulled today, she is lucky I don’t leave her there all night like that. As I stand in the hot stream of water, the only thing on my mind is that in a week or two, when the pregnancy test comes back as positive, I get everything. Smirking, my hands covering my face with soap, I can’t help but smile because that DNA test will bust her for cheating. Everything will be too late then. Thomas will already have retired, and I will be the sole CEO of the company.

The bathroom steamy, I wrapped a towel around my waist, taking a long look in the mirror. What woman wouldn’t want me right now? Tan, fit, and best of all, a bank account that can buy and sell most of the world around me. I learned that today when I made a deal to buy a little playmate for my sick and twisted days. No one said it was right, but my dick gives it a standing ovation. Leaning, in, checking my teeth, that’s another ten grand well spent. I can talk for days about how perfect I am, but I should let Haven use the bathroom. If she pisses on my bed, she won’t like the outcome.

Humming in my head as I walked down the hall, I stopped at the door, dreading going in. She won’t appreciate this little gift. Haven is, and always will be, selfish when it comes to me giving her something special.

“Haven, you ready to,” I said, stopping the second the doors opened. “Where the fuck are you. You stupid fucking WHORE,” screaming. How the fuck did she get out of the binds and out of the bedroom without me knowing? Fuck, I didn’t take that long of a shower. Grabbing a pair of pants and shirt, quickly putting them both on, I stumbled through the room to keep myself upright. Angry doesn’t even describe what I feel right now. If, no, when I get my hands on her, I’m going to strangle her before bringing her back to life. Kill that bitch over and over again just for the pleasure of doing it. She has to be hiding in the house or the grounds. I made sure that she has no access to the cars, and a taxi wouldn’t be here by now. If she’s on foot, this will be a piece of cake.

“Oh, Haven, I’m going to kill you when I find you,” I called out. Opening the safe, I grabbed my car keys and headed out the front door. It wasn’t shut completely, so I know she at least made it this far. As I slipped into my car, I made the first phone call. I needed my investigator to drop everything else and focus on finding my wife first. He already knows her statistics, so this shouldn’t be too hard. Haven has no available cash, and all the credit cards are locked away in my safe. The next call is to her father.

“Thomas, we have a problem,” I said the second he answered the phone.

“What did she do this time?” Thomas asked, sighing.

“She’s gone, she’s fucking gone. Took a bag and left while I was in the shower,” I growled.

“WHAT? How the hell did she leave? Did you give her a fucking car?” Thomas demanded.

God, I hate this man. He is the biggest idiot that ever walked the planet. “No, she left on foot. I’m driving around, but I can’t find her. She must be cheating on me and had a ride waiting.”

“That’s a god damn lie. My daughter would never do something like that. Find her now!” Thomas demanded.

I shook my head in disbelief, “Yeah, and for my next fucking trick, I will pull monkeys out of my asshole. I think she is pregnant and scared.” I tossed the last part in to get his attention. If he knows a baby could be on the way, Thomas will stop at nothing to get her back. For some reason, that asshole is dead set on bouncing some vomit machine on his knee.

“Then you find her,” I added, hanging up the phone and tossing it on the seat.

Traffic is light this time of day, and if she’s in this gated area, I will find her. My biggest fear is that she got out the gate. If that happened, my chances of bringing her back home are slim and none. Houston is a big city, and getting lost is easy. My only advantage is that Haven doesn’t have a dime to her name, and I can’t imagine her living on the streets for more than an hour or two at the most.

After a quick search, I parked at the gate of the neighborhood. It’s then that I know what happened. Haven either slipped through the iron posts or slipped out when someone opened the gate. Either way, I’m fucked. That dumb little bitch has ruined my life for the last time. I can’t keep doing this fight with her. There is far too much pussy out there and available for a man like me. If and when I find her, she’s going home to her father. I can’t babysit for Thomas anymore. He might now want her, but he’s going to get her back real soon.

As I sit there, I notice a city bus whiz by the gate, and then it dawns on me. She took a bus out of there. I won’t believe she’s on foot, but she could be anywhere by now if she knows how to use public transportation. I grab my phone, calling the investigator as I pull out into traffic.

“She’s on a city bus going downtown. Check every shithole hotel in this city. I will pay a grand to anyone who finds this bitch. Make it known,” I add, hanging up quick. One way or another, she will regret today forever.

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